The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-01-09

soul On the other hand he had fair talent /
with his pencil, and Louisa Dane knew hcw to
spill the color from her brushes in way that |
kindled the warmth of his admiration. AS for
Helena she could not draw straight line or /
crooked one. If Leonard wanted to stroll off |
sketching with Louisa Dane, he was free to do |
so she had no right to prohibit 1t; all the more /
Louisa Dane seemed to her a poor sort of thing. |
And if he forgot her in amusing himself, this |
dark foreigner, Giuseppe Maldonl, who had
drifted to the great county town and was giving |
music LESSONS there. knew how to beguile your |
soul out of your body; and the mornings Helena |
and Giuseppe spent together with violin and |
piano and song, were full of nothing but music. |
"What under heaven do you see In that |
swarthy son of thunder2" asked Leonard, one |
day, with yexation, meeting the Italian going
out
cali that you see in that daughter Of the
GODS divinely tail and most diviney fair she |
replied; "a community OF interest"
"What community of interest can have with |
Louisa Dane7" he cried. 'She is teaching me to
mix my colors1
"And Giuseppe is teaching me how to move
the world with diminished seventies"
"Giuseppe indeed! And since how lcng2
Pshaw! A regular shibboeth There seems to
be a cant to every art There is something SEN
sual about music, Helena, he said, leaning back
his head with his hands clasped behind it, where
he had thrown himself the lounge "Ani-
mails almost invariably recognize its power; its
best ministers are people of limited intelligence;
even idiots have been known"
"Stop stop, sir; it is like basphemy The
one divine thing on earth, the one thing that
lifts the soul to heaven. that soaces sorrow,
that crowns joy
"There, there, there!" he cried, cor shall
think you have gone mad 1t is a dialect, I sup
pose." he added refectively.
"And there is no dialect or shibboleth in your
and Louisa Danes talk about tones and tech
nique and schools and morbidezza-"
.But you see we have the real things to show
for it: we have tones and technique-or we
haven't"
"Una voce POGO IA"
81 dare say" he said that you are doing that
in a manner to move stone, If it had an ear for
music. But that sort of thing always makes me
remember a scene in a mad house near city on
the French coast where a fellow on a flute drew
| the maniacs after him Orpheus drew the
| brutes. singular place it was-I must see 1t
| again, some day-they had ideas there about the
| brain and its management"
But Helenas light hearted singing was due to
| her having just learned secret of nature and
| being suddenly convinced of the fact that this
| yellow-hared youth, with his clear gray eyes
| and Greek face, not to find his complement
| in any girl as yellow haired, as gray eyed.
| Greek-faced as himself. Perhaps he knew be
was not in love with the pleasant girl who
sketcned with him; certainly what he did not
know was that he was in love with the girl who
| sang with the Italian. She going to teach
| him. She-she herself-had long known-and
she stopped her singing and hid her crimson face
between ner hands
| not hinder Helena from practicing the next
morning with Giuseppe, from walking IN the
woods with him, and trying to note on paper the
musical value of the susurrus of the pines
and the tinkle of catbIrd's song and boboiink's,
OF copying out for him certain exercises that he
| needed. of taking down the rich and sweet IN
written melodies of his land of which he knew
scores; of reading with him the treatises
| counterpoint, canon and fugue 1t was all very
| simple-why should Leonard disturb HIMSELF
But he die. II can never have Helena mo-
ment to myselfl' he exclaimed. to Helenas Aunt
| Jane.
'sAnd why should you expect ito" said Aunt
Jane. And at the glance he gave her, Aunt
Jane, who had put brown paper a Thousand
bumps for him, and given him tarts and puffs
| literally, and received all his childish conf
| dences, had saved him from countless punish
ments and loved him as If he belonged to her,
| replied, "You look as if were good enough to
| eat and you meant to do it"
| II have found out have found out, Aunt
Jane, what is the matter with me~ he cried, and
| laid his head in the good old maids lap.
| ''Well we'll. my dear boy" she said with her
time to 8nd that out. Thank goodness, if you
don't find out anything worse. For, to save my
| soul; can't make out what Helena means if she
| doesn't mean to marry this Italian
sMarrv himw cried Leonard, in white amaze
ment "Why, she can't. She is mine, am hers
| we-we-we have been good married ever
since she was born!"
shell cry salt tears for her folly yet" said
Aunt Jane grimly-her customary volubility
quenched in her tears for the time And
Leonard went away on fire to his hnger-tips, and
when Helena capped her enormities by going up
on the noon train TO the city on Saturday after
noon with Giuseppe. to hear Faust" the first
person in the house that her eyes rested was
Leonard. white and radiant himself. with the
play of his passions Nothing to him was all the
| light and shadow of that Ideal drama of love- and
youth, and JOY, and grief: he wnone of it, he
heard none of IT, as he saw Helena grow rudy
or grow PALE smile or weep With satisfaction in
the song and the singer; and when he observed
| people wondering at her vivid Spanish beauty.
| and heard them inquiring who she was be ground
his teeth with rage again to think she was
; subject to such remark and accompanied b.
| Giuseppe
'Leonard at the opera?' she said, as they
brushed by him coming out Don't tell me
after this. that the tonic sofia represents sense
less hieroglyphics to your Now, you are coming
home with u.s."
"Going home with your he exclaimed in the
same suppressed tone. and with flaming eyes.
How dare You speak to me so9 atm never
| going home!'
81 think you WILL" she said with emile that
{ disclosed the little teeth like kernels of white
: corn in that sweet and wholesome mouth Of
= hers, for will sing you the Ava Maria and
the Jewel Song" She was making promises to
| vacancy, for Leonard WAS not there; but he had
carried away her roses-her bunch of great vel
J. low roses in his hand
r He came, all the same with the evening.
!. although delaying till the church bells rang 9.
a,oion0 :" as "'ohe, ano tnere were no lights In
O the room other than those shed from the sof,
f sea-coal hre-but that CLEAN illurnined tie
deep claret tint of her velvet bodice and the gold
n lowered gauzs scarf she wore till she looked
y ike Venetian donzella waiting to be painted
by Perdenone. She waiting for Leonard
y only; she had been watching for him ana pacina
the floor, in suspense lest she had gone toe
J. far, that was growing beyond her bearing, as
turn after turn she stopped at the window and
W saw no shadow on the garden walk And wher
} he came in, as he always did, without knocking
she was standing just beside the door, and hey
/, arms were about his neck, and their lips me-
v together, and there was more doubt or dark
= ness between them.
''To think" she said, by and by, "your bein.
n troubled about poor Giuseppe with wife whom
he adores at home with their six children"
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